Galactic Jellyfish Poem by Harley White

Some galaxies streaming limbs of gas
look like ‘sea jellies' that sprung en masse
long before dinosaurs came to pass,
many bell-shaped, translucent as glass.

Galaxy JO2 Zero 6
within the constellational mix
Aquarian lies ‘midst cosmic seas,
its seeming tendrils trailing at ease.

Jellyfish, can you immortal be,
shape-shifting beyond what we can see?

Nicknamed for creature, its look alike
down to each crisscrossed diffraction spike
which has neither brain, nor blood, nor heart,
withal a different sort of smart,

that can propel itself with a swish
though an invertebrate, not a fish,
this one galactic in heavens' skies
is ‘mongst spatial oceans, vast in size.

Jellyfish, can you immortal be,
shape-shifting beyond what we can see?

By means of biological change
renewals transformed within its range,
jellyfish type ‘immortal' they call
has managed death to evermore stall.

Unthinkable is infinity
just as to any ending decree
for cosmic beyonds visionally
from which our sensibilities flee.

Jellyfish, can you immortal be,
shape-shifting beyond what we can see?

What lies behind the curtain of doubt
whether we humans ever find out,
within the heavens' ceaseless expanse
where untold galaxies dance their dance

shall with Aquarius' jellie swim
through cosmic tides far further than scrim
of what our nascent senses permit
to cross beyond what is seen as fit.

Jellyfish, can you immortal be,
shape-shifting beyond what we can see?